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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Gatecrashing

Hermione ducked next to her friends, hiding from the beastly McLaggen. He’d tried to grab her under the mistletoe, and she just barely escaped. Harry and Luna covered her as the three got drinks, and chatted with Professor Trelawney. Hermione tried not think too much about what the old bat was complaining about, keeping an eye out for her date.
She’d managed to dodge him a few times and was standing near the entrance, trying to sneak away from the unenjoyable party altogether, when Filch marched in, escorting a peeved-looking Malfoy.
She watched as he walked him straight over to Slughorn, and accused him of trying to gatecrash.
“Oh, let the boy stay, it’s Christmas!” Slughorn was calling, clapping Draco on the shoulder. He looked more uncomfortable than she’d ever seen him, and wandered closer, wondering if she’d get a chance to chat with him. A small part of her wondered if he’d hex McLaggen discreetly for her, to keep him away.
“There you are, Hermione! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Cormac had found her, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She looked up at him with a wan smile, and allowed him to lead her toward someone he wanted to introduce her to, talking the whole way. She shot a desperate look around for her friends, hoping they could come to her rescue, but found no one within a helpful distance. Even her silvery-haired secret seemed to have disappeared into the crowd. McLaggen pulled her to another person, shooting glares at a Slytherin fifth-year as they passed.
Hermione prayed to be set free, wishing she’d thought to bring her wand. But her purse had been too small, and she hadn’t had any pockets to carry it in, so she’d left it behind, tucked safely into her trunk. As if answering her prayer himself, Cormac fell over, his arm slipping off of her, and leaving her free to disappear again. As several people moved forward to help her date, she moved away, back into the crowd, and towards the door.
A hand grabbed hers before she got there, and she groaned, turning to finally tell McLaggen off.
“Let’s go!” The hurried whisper was a surprise, and she was pulled from the room, not by Cormac, but by Draco, his grey eyes glimmering with revelry. She followed him, grasping tightly to his hand as they escaped, ducking her head as they darted from the party.
“I hope no one saw us leave…” Hermione panted as they jogged down the corridor.
“I don’t think they saw us together. They were all distracted by your date.” Draco said, finally slowing to enter a deserted classroom. He held the door for her to enter, and she stepped quickly inside, casting one last glance around to make sure they hadn’t been followed.
“I’m not worried about someone seeing us running from a party together. I mean, no one would believe THAT rumor,” she said, confident in her analysis. “I was more worried about McLaggen following me out. You can’t imagine how relieved I was when he tripped.” She said, giving Draco a smile.
“He didn’t trip.” Draco said, raising his eyebrows, and sitting on top of a desk, his hands on his knees.
“Didn’t you see? He fell right over, and landed on his face.” She said, wondering how he could possibly have not seen. With how many people moved forward to help, it was as though the whole room had been watching.
“I saw. But he didn’t trip.” Malfoy’s malicious grin told her what he meant, and she tried to stop the grin that tugged at her lips.

Draco watched the corners of her lips curl in an appreciative smile, and cocked his head to the side, taking in the view. She was silhouetted against the windows, the moonlight shining through them, the star-filled sky twinkling around her like a halo. Her face was flushed from running, and her eyes were gleaming with mischief, her small smile betraying her as she told him off for jinxing her date in a crowded room.
“Are you even listening?” She asked, tapping her foot, her still-excited eyes narrowing.
“Not really.” He admitted, sliding from the desk, and stepping close to her, invading her personal space, and loving that she didn’t back down. She stared defiantly into his eyes, her expression baffled that he’d confessed to not paying attention. He lifted a hand to her face, tracing the line of her mouth, erasing her expression of disbelief, and shushing her before she could scold him more.
“I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t look so desperate,” he whispered, his fingers tracing her jaw, “Or enchanting.” He whispered the last in her ear, wrapping one hand gently around her waist, and taking her hand with his. He could still hear faint traces of the music from down the hall, and spun her in a slow circle, holding her close, feeling as if the world had been put on hold.
“You’re not acting at all like yourself, Draco.” She murmured, laying her head comfortably on his chest, effectively hiding her expression from him. He would bet a hundred galleons that she was blushing, and grinning like a fool. He certainly felt as though his grin was going to split his face in two.
“I don’t feel much like myself,” he said, hugging her close, swaying back and forth as they moved in a circle. “I feel like I’ve had a whole bottle of firewhiskey.”
“What’s that feel like?” She asked, and he could hear the teasing smile in her voice. The world was quiet, and soft, and he felt brave.
“It feels warm, and a little dizzy.” He said, nuzzling her hair. She pulled him to a stop, and leaned back to look at him.
“If you’re dizzy, we should probably stop spinning.” She whispered, a concerned look overtaking her features as she inspected his face, looking for any signs of sickness.
“That’s not what’s making me dizzy.” He whispered back, feeling the words coming out of their own volition. He wasn’t sure if it was the party, her dress, or the stars shining through the windows, but the air felt different between them.

Hermione stared into his eyes, barely believing what she was hearing.
“DID you drink a whole bottle of firewhiskey?” She asked, frowning, and wondering if he was drunk. His face was flushed, but his eyes were too focused, right on her, piercing her with a warm gaze.
“No,” his mouth lifted in an almost familiar smirk, but there wasn’t even a hint of antagonism in it. “If I had, I wouldn’t be nearly as charming.”
“No one said you were charming…” She argued, poking fun at his ego. His words as he’d danced with her had been pretty bewitching, but she wasn’t about to admit it.
“Then why are you blushing?” He teased back, his grey eyes sparkling merrily down at her. She ducked her chin, hiding her blush from him, and trying hard not to smile. She’d experienced the friendly, sexy side of him, but whatever this was, was new. The look in his eyes was different from the sexually-charged atmosphere she’d almost gotten used to. It was more intimate, nearly romantic. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat, feel his hand still clutched in hers, feel his eyes on the top of her head as she avoided his charged gaze for as long as possible.
He pulled her close again, and pulled his free hand up to lift her chin, forcing her to face him. She stared into his eyes as he leaned down, and kissed her, his eyes closing at the last second, his lips barely touching hers. Her own lids closed, and as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, she felt her heart swelling in her chest.
He pulled away before she burst, and she felt a realization fall into place.
“I’m going to be devastated when this whole thing ends.”

“I never want this to end…” He thought briefly, holding her in his arms, and staring down into her dark eyes. She was a dream come true, and he felt his mind racing, taking him to different possible outcomes. His friends would shun him. Her friends would hate him more. His father would probably disown him. Was all that worth this? He kissed her again, distracting himself from the overwhelming confusion, grasping her tighter to him.
She was responding easily, her fingers tangling in his hair, her lips parting with his. They’d stopped dancing, their minds far away from the music, and their hands exploring each other with vigor. He pulled her gently toward the window, and pressed her into the thick glass, lifting her so she sat on the ledge, her legs wrapping around him as he lifted her dress. His fingers skimmed across her thighs, gripping her bare skin, making her anticipate his next move.
She was kissing him back, seemingly unaware of the six story fall right behind her back. Draco pressed his sex to hers through their clothes, rubbing against her provocatively, searching her back for the clasp to her dress.
“Leave it.” She murmured against his lips impatiently, scooting around, pulling her dress higher, and wiggling awkwardly out of her underpants. She tossed them unceremoniously to the side as Draco lifted his robes over his head, discarding them in a heap, and barely managed to pull his erection free of his boxers before he was on her again, kissing, touching, and rubbing.

Hermione tilted her hips, grinding against him, panting against his lips, putting aside all dark thoughts, and reveling in the moment. Whatever happened later, she would enjoy this; enjoy now.
She slipped off her high heels, and let them fall to the floor with dull thunks. Draco had found the zipper to her dress and pulled it down hastily, pushing the short sleeves down her arms. The marks he’d left on her shoulder were exposed, and he placed his mouth over one, renewing it with his teeth. Hermione gasped as he shifted his hold on her, slipping his shaft inside, and bit over her other waning hickeys.
She leaned back against the cold glass of the window, her bare shoulders barely protected from the chill by her hair, the thin fabric of her dress letting the cold seep through to her skin. She stared into Draco’s face as he thrust into her over and over.
The yellow glow of the moon that shone on his pale skin, platinum hair, and silver eyes made him look ethereal, moonlight personified. Sweat gathered on his brow, his breathing heavy, his hands tight on her thighs, proving him real. He was just as real as Ron had been.
She felt herself tense at the thought of Ron, his betrayal still stinging, his indifferent attitude to her feelings making her feel instantly cold, and unhappy.

Draco felt her jerk as if someone had slapped her backward, and stopped, staring worriedly into her suddenly tear-filled eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, reaching out a hand to stroke her cheek. He was filled with horrible anticipation, imagining all number of horrible responses, and gave her a once-over, to make sure she wasn’t bleeding, or, god forbid, he hadn’t torn her dress. Everything looked fine, so he pulled slightly away, removing himself from her warm folds, and sliding his hand from her thigh to her arm.
“Nothing.” She lied, looking away from his face, blinking rapidly to clear her watery eyes. He stared at her, deciding whether or not to call her on her obvious bluff. She was clearly upset about something, and he didn’t want to make it worse by being insensitive. If he’d learned one thing from Pansy, it was that ignoring a problem only made the consequences worse in the long-run.
“Then why are you crying?” He asked, careful to keep his voice and face in check, knowing how the simplest misstep could cause bedlam.
“It’s…” She trailed off, staring into his eyes with a slightly distrustful look. She wasn’t going to lie again, but would she tell him the truth, either? He waited patiently for her verdict, his heart constricting tighter with every second that passed in silence.
“Would you be upset if I started dating someone?” She asked, catching Draco by surprise. He couldn’t keep his face from twisting into a confused scowl, and words spilled out of his mouth before he thought about them.
“Are you going to date McLaggen?” He asked with a sour tone, the image of her face as the clown dragged her around the room clashing with his assumption.
“No,” she said, and seemed equally appalled at the idea. “I didn’t mean…” She scrunched up her face, and looked at his navel. “It was hypothetical.” She said, aiming a frown into his stomach.
“Ah,” he took a moment to gather his thoughts, and ran a finger up her still-bare thigh, watching the goosebumps that rose. “I suppose I’d be confused at the very least.” He started, and looked up into her eyes, gauging her reaction to his words.
“This may be a secret,” he continued, running his fingertips slowly up and down her leg as he spoke. “But I’d like to think we’re friends,” she was nodding gently, agreeing to his whispers, her eyes following his hand on her leg. “If you want to date someone, it’s not really my business, but…” He waited till she met his eyes, hoping he wasn’t crossing a line as he finished his thought. “I wouldn’t be happy about it.”

“Only Ginny knew about Ron and I…” Hermione told him, forcing the words out through her constricting throat. “But I thought we were… Together. Until he started dating Lavender…” She took a deep breath, trying to force back the sobs that threatened to break through her chest.
“Oh.” His face held a painful comprehension, and she had to look away. Only Ginny knew about Draco and her… Was it going to end the same way, with him publicly snogging some pretty blonde? Would it be better to end it now, before that could happen? A white hand was entering her vision, slowly reaching for her face, and tilting it back up to meet a compassionate silver gaze.
“Weasley was stupid to give you up,” Draco said, and she saw a slight hesitation in his mouth, hanging open silently for half a second before he got the rest of the words out. “You’re better than that kind of rubbish treatment.” She almost laughed as memories of Draco himself treating her worse popped into her mind.
“Coming from someone who’s treated me like rubbish for years…” She teased, his words making her feel lighter, regardless of their past.
“As someone who treated you like rubbish for years…” He leaned in close, his voice dropping to barely a whisper. “I know you deserve better. And I’m sorry I didn’t understand that sooner.” His eyes were humorless, and Hermione’s heart raced, jumping into her throat, her breath cut short by his words.
Hermione leaned forward and kissed him, twining her arms around his neck, and trying to convey her appreciation. He wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her away from the window, and against his chest. She felt him getting hard against her again, and eagerly scooted her hips closer, inviting him to continue.

Draco could hardly believe she was back in the mood, and rubbed against her, testing to see if she’d pull away. She seemed more into it than before, practically dragging him back into her, making him moan in agonized bliss. His apology seemed to have struck some positive nerve, and she was moving against him in ways he couldn’t refuse. He held her close, letting her wiggle, and squirm as he moved his lips down her neck, and across her collarbone.
“Wait, wait…” He panted, pulling away from her neck, but leaving himself inside her as he pinned her with a serious stare. “What are you doing for the holidays?” He asked, trying not to laugh as the question sunk in.
“What?” She was confused, and looking at him as though he’d grown a second head.
“What are you doing for the holidays?” He asked, moving his hips a tiny bit, as if to emphasise his words.
“Er… Going on holiday with my parents. Why?” She asked, her brows nearly touching in the middle as she frowned at him in bewilderment.
“Just wondering.” He grinned at her, and ducked his head back to her neck, kissing and biting at her. He sucked viciously at the middle of her neck, breaking off with a grin, and moving to her collar, leaving matching hickeys in obvious places. She didn’t seem to notice as he marked her, and he felt a sense of glee rise in him as he left several dark claims in all-too visible areas.
“Draco…” Her voice distracted him from his nefarious scheme, and he looked up, kissing her swiftly on her lips before she spoke again. “Is something wrong?”
“What do you mean?” He asked, frowning at the question.
“You seem distracted…” She observed, looking slightly frustrated.
“Oh?” He grinned, and braced his hands on her hips, making sure she was steady before he took her roughly, as hard and fast as he could, making her gasp, and curl around him, unable to speak as he teased her. “Is this what you want?” He panted in her ear, digging his fingers into her hips, enjoying how her legs tightened against him. Her head was leaning against his shoulder and she was making the softest noises as she came, her whole body tightening in small contractions around him, squeezing him from every direction.
“Oh, damn…” Draco groaned, burying his face in her shoulder as he climaxed. He relaxed against her, both of them panting, and shivering, catching their breath, far from ready to part ways for the holidays.

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